I was her supervisor when we first started fucking and I have to tell you, that added so much excitement to the relationship. We had sex all the time,... we even fucked a few times at work. She was amazing, so responsive, so dirty, and I loved the way she would talk sweet and dirty. She was a smaller BBW with curves in all the right places. She was built for sex, five foot six, 40F breasts that were magnificent and dense for their size, a big tight ass, barely a tummy even after two k**s, lucious. When Ling finished cinching me in, the result was a wonderful waist andcleavage that just wasn't there before. Sure, I hadn't gone up to a C cup,but I now had believable B cups!Ling helped me into a pair of sheer stockings, which she helped me cliponto my garter belt. There is something to be said about the beauty ofwearing garters, and having that small tug every time you walk thatincreases the sensation of wearing sheer stockings. Just thinking about itwas starting to stir things inside my. Which is why my chest is killing me."She just stared at me for a while. I said, "Earth to Mom... Are you there?" She said, "Don't get smart with me young..." stopping in mid sentence "I just don't understand. First your sister... now this. How are we ever going to be able to face the neighbors? Andy, come upstairs with me, I need to see better what's going on with you." With that we went upstairs. I was torn between overwhelming shame and embarrassment, and a need to open up to my mother. We. I slip my fingers down to my pussy; my lips are spread now and my wet fingers slide easily along my wet slit. I bite my lip as I picture you pushing two fingers into your dripping pussy; you are so wet that you take them easily. You Push them deep until you can feel your knuckles pressing at the entrance to your spread pussy. I can't help but gasp as I push my fingers against myself, I raise them again to my mouth and coat them with my saliva and try again, I work them a little way inside and.